Draft #1

1. Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​emotions​ ​in​ ​response​ ​to​ ​events . Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​grandparents​ ​and​ ​family,​ ​and​ ​how​ ​much​ ​more​ ​is​ ​needed​ ​to understand​ ​them​ ​as​ ​people 3. What​ ​parts​ ​are​ ​unnecessary​ ​and​ ​can​ ​be​ ​cut​ ​out Scott​ ​Matthews 9/13/17 English​ ​ It​ ​was​ ​that​ ​time​ ​of​ ​year​ ​again;​ ​my​ ​brother,​ ​dad​ ​and​ ​I​ ​were​ ​in​ ​New​ ​York​ ​City, staying​ ​in​ ​a​ ​beautiful​ ​hotel​ ​on​ ​East​ ​53​ ​street​ ​in​ ​Manhattan.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​almost​ ​time​ ​to​ ​leave​ ​for​ ​dinner at​ ​one​ ​of​ ​my​ ​grandparent’s​ ​favorite​ ​restaurants.​ ​We​ ​all​ ​started​ ​getting​ ​dressed,​ ​choosing​ ​what clothes​ ​to​ ​wear​ ​for​ ​this​ ​very​ ​special​ ​occasion.​ ​My​ ​dad​ ​would​ ​iron​ ​the​ ​clothes​ ​my​ ​brother​ ​and​ ​I chose​ ​to​ ​wear,​ ​since​ ​we​ ​were​ ​too​ ​young​ ​to​ ​do​ ​it​ ​ourselves.​ ​Once​ ​we​ ​got​ ​dressed,​ ​we​ ​went​ ​into​ ​the hotel​ ​elevator​ ​and​ ​down​ ​to​ ​the​ ​lobby,​ ​where​ ​the​ ​doorman​ ​wished​ ​us​ ​a​ ​good​ ​evening.​ ​We​ ​stepped out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​cool,​ ​air-conditioned​ ​hotel​ ​air​ ​into​ ​the​ ​hot​ ​and​ ​heavy​ ​air​ ​of​ ​New​ ​York​ ​City.​ ​The​ ​sun had​ ​gone​ ​down,​ ​but​ ​heat​ ​was​ ​still​ ​rising​ ​from​ ​the​ ​warm​ ​pavement.​ ​The​ ​smell​ ​of​ ​gasoline, coupled​ ​with​ ​the​ ​occasional​ ​smell​ ​of​ ​trash​ ​or​ ​sewage,​ ​permeated​ ​the​ ​air.​ ​Despite​ ​some​ ​of​ ​the unpleasantries,​ ​the​ ​skyline​ ​was​ ​beautiful;​ ​skyscrapers​ ​made​ ​of​ ​marble​ ​and​ ​glass​ ​illuminated​ ​the night,​ ​turning​ ​the​ ​sky​ ​a​ ​shade​ ​of​ ​orange​ ​unlike​ ​anything​ ​in​ ​New​ ​Hampshire.​ ​We​ ​walked​ ​down the​ ​busy​ ​streets,​ ​gazing​ ​up​ ​at​ ​these​ ​massive​ ​buildings​ ​surrounding​ ​us​ ​on​ ​our​ ​way​ ​to​ ​my grandparent’s​ ​apartment.​ ​It​ ​wasn’t​ ​too​ ​far​ ​a​ ​walk,​ ​and​ ​soon​ ​enough​ ​we​ ​could​ ​see​ ​Pop​ ​and​ ​Joanne standing​ ​on​ ​the​ ​sidewalk​ ​waving​ ​to​ ​us.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​wonderful​ ​to​ ​see​ ​them​ ​again;​ ​it​ ​felt​ ​like​ ​it​ ​had​ ​been so​ ​long,​ ​and​ ​it​ ​was​ ​such​ ​a​ ​wonderful​ ​experience​ ​the​ ​last​ ​time​ ​we​ ​visited.​ ​We​ ​all​ ​embraced,​ ​and​ ​I could​ ​feel​ ​their​ ​sunglasses​ ​hanging​ ​from​ ​their​ ​shirts​ ​push​ ​hard​ ​against​ ​my​ ​chest,​ ​just​ ​as​ ​they​ ​had done​ ​the​ ​last​ ​time.​ ​We​ ​quickly​ ​hailed​ ​a​ ​cab,​ ​filled​ ​with​ ​anticipation​ ​about​ ​the​ ​meal​ ​to​ ​come.​ ​We piled​ ​in,​ ​and​ ​drove​ ​to​ ​the​ ​Palm​ ​Restaurant. ​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​The​ ​restaurant​ ​itself​ ​looked​ ​very​ ​much​ ​like​ ​a​ ​typical​ ​steakhouse.​ ​The​ ​supports​ ​were​ ​made of​ ​aging​ ​wood,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​tables​ ​were​ ​a​ ​dark,​ ​smooth​ ​and​ ​polished.​ ​The​ ​seats​ ​were​ ​covered​ ​with maroon​ ​leather,​ ​with​ ​plush​ ​padding​ ​underneath.​ ​The​ ​one​ ​thing​ ​that​ ​made​ ​this​ ​restaurant​ ​unique was​ ​the​ ​walls;​ ​they​ ​were​ ​covered​ ​with​ ​professional​ ​paintings​ ​of​ ​actors​ ​and​ ​actresses,​ ​famous news​ ​anchors,​ ​TV​ ​personalities,​ ​and​ ​frequent​ ​visitors​ ​of​ ​the​ ​restaurant.​ ​I​ ​looked​ ​around,​ ​trying​ ​to find​ ​some​ ​recognizable​ ​faces​ ​with​ ​my​ ​limited​ ​knowledge​ ​of​ ​famous​ ​people.​ ​Joanne​ ​showed​ ​us her​ ​and​ ​Pop’s​ ​painting​ ​on​ ​the​ ​wall​ ​across​ ​from​ ​us.​ ​They​ ​visited​ ​frequently​ ​enough​ ​to​ ​have​ ​their faces​ ​painted​ ​on​ ​the​ ​wall,​ ​as​ ​well​ ​as​ ​have​ ​their​ ​own​ ​favorite​ ​waiter​ ​whom​ ​they​ ​could​ ​request​ ​at the​ ​beginning​ ​of​ ​the​ ​night.​ ​Joanne​ ​is​ ​about​ ​15​ ​years​ ​younger​ ​than​ ​Pop;​ ​she’s​ ​about​ ​5​ ​foot​ ​7,​ ​has​ ​a light​ ​frame,​ ​and​ ​has​ ​brown​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​eyes.​ ​She​ ​has​ ​quite​ ​the​ ​personality;​ ​she​ ​is​ ​a​ ​kind​ ​and​ ​loving person,​ ​a​ ​strong,​ ​resilient​ ​leader,​ ​and​ ​one​ ​hell​ ​of​ ​a​ ​businesswoman.​ ​If​ ​her​ ​requests​ ​aren’t​ ​met down​ ​to​ ​the​ ​finest​ ​detail,​ ​she​ ​won’t​ ​be​ ​satisfied.​ ​Luckily,​ ​the​ ​restaurant​ ​staff​ ​knew​ ​her​ ​well,​ ​and did​ ​everything​ ​perfectly​ ​for​ ​her.
1. Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​emotions​ ​in​ ​response​ ​to​ ​events . Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​grandparents​ ​and​ ​family,​ ​and​ ​how​ ​much​ ​more​ ​is​ ​needed​ ​to understand​ ​them​ ​as​ ​people 3. What​ ​parts​ ​are​ ​unnecessary​ ​and​ ​can​ ​be​ ​cut​ ​out To​ ​start,​ ​we​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​order​ ​some​ ​appetizers.​ ​The​ ​waiter​ ​handed​ ​us​ ​the​ ​menu,​ ​and​ ​we​ ​all began​ ​to​ ​browse​ ​over​ ​the​ ​different​ ​foods​ ​we​ ​could​ ​get.​ ​While​ ​my​ ​dad,​ ​Pop​ ​and​ ​Joanne​ ​discussed different​ ​options,​ ​my​ ​brother​ ​and​ ​I​ ​tried​ ​to​ ​decipher​ ​the​ ​fanciful​ ​names​ ​of​ ​the​ ​spices,​ ​sauces​ ​and styles​ ​of​ ​preparation​ ​mentioned​ ​in​ ​the​ ​descriptions.​ ​After​ ​asking​ ​what​ ​these​ ​were,​ ​we​ ​narrowed down​ ​our​ ​options​ ​to​ ​a​ ​few​ ​different​ ​dishes.​ ​We​ ​knew​ ​we​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​get​ ​the​ ​prawns​ ​because​ ​of how​ ​much​ ​we​ ​loved​ ​shrimp,​ ​but​ ​we​ ​couldn’t​ ​decide​ ​between​ ​the​ ​crabcakes​ ​or​ ​the​ ​scallops.​ ​When Joanne​ ​heard​ ​us​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​decide​ ​between​ ​them,​ ​she​ ​told​ ​us​ ​not​ ​to​ ​worry​ ​and​ ​ordered​ ​both​ ​for​ ​us. She​ ​was​ ​a​ ​foodie,​ ​and​ ​loved​ ​giving​ ​us​ ​the​ ​experience​ ​of​ ​trying​ ​new​ ​types​ ​of​ ​food.​ ​While​ ​we waited​ ​for​ ​the​ ​appetizers​ ​to​ ​come,​ ​we​ ​started​ ​catching​ ​up​ ​on​ ​what​ ​had​ ​happened​ ​in​ ​our​ ​lives recently.​ ​Pop​ ​and​ ​Joanne​ ​asked​ ​my​ ​brother​ ​and​ ​I​ ​what​ ​we​ ​had​ ​done​ ​recently,​ ​and​ ​we​ ​talked​ ​about how​ ​school​ ​was​ ​going,​ ​the​ ​sports​ ​we​ ​were​ ​playing,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​hiking​ ​and​ ​swimming​ ​we​ ​had​ ​done over​ ​the​ ​summer.​ ​Overall,​ ​the​ ​stories​ ​were​ ​relatively​ ​boring​ ​and​ ​uneventful,​ ​especially​ ​compared to​ ​the​ ​ones​ ​Pop​ ​and​ ​Joanne​ ​told.​ ​They​ ​started​ ​with​ ​their​ ​visit​ ​to​ ​Africa,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​safari​ ​they​ ​went on.​ ​Then,​ ​they​ ​transitioned​ ​into​ ​business​ ​trips​ ​they​ ​had​ ​taken​ ​to​ ​Shanghai,​ ​Hong​ ​Kong,​ ​and​ ​other major​ ​Asian​ ​market​ ​cities.​ ​They​ ​also​ ​talked​ ​about​ ​their​ ​trip​ ​to​ ​Cambodia,​ ​which​ ​they​ ​had​ ​taken over​ ​10​ ​years​ ​ago.​ ​This​ ​transitioned​ ​into​ ​my​ ​brother​ ​and​ ​I​ ​asking​ ​Pop​ ​about​ ​his​ ​time​ ​in​ ​Vietnam. Pop​ ​is​ ​in​ ​his​ ​seventies,​ ​with​ ​a​ ​heavier​ ​build​ ​and​ ​a​ ​balding​ ​head​ ​which​ ​he​ ​strategically​ ​hides​ ​by combing​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​over​ ​his​ ​forehead.​ ​He​ ​is​ ​a​ ​very​ ​social​ ​and​ ​very​ ​intelligent​ ​person,​ ​who​ ​loves telling​ ​stories​ ​and​ ​the​ ​history​ ​behind​ ​them.​ ​He​ ​talked​ ​about​ ​his​ ​time​ ​as​ ​a​ ​Green​ ​Beret,​ ​and​ ​a mission​ ​he​ ​went​ ​on​ ​with​ ​a​ ​pilot​ ​dive-bombing​ ​in​ ​Cambodia.​ ​He​ ​was​ ​always​ ​so​ ​good​ ​at​ ​telling stories.​ ​He​ ​could​ ​hook​ ​people​ ​in​ ​with​ ​ease,​ ​and​ ​describe​ ​events​ ​in​ ​vivid​ ​detail​ ​while​ ​also providing​ ​a​ ​comedic​ ​aspect​ ​to​ ​even​ ​the​ ​most​ ​serious​ ​of​ ​stories.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​fascinating;​ ​I​ ​never​ ​knew how​ ​many​ ​adventures​ ​they​ ​had​ ​gone​ ​on​ ​together.​ ​I​ ​always​ ​thought​ ​they​ ​stayed​ ​in​ ​New​ ​York​ ​City most​ ​of​ ​the​ ​time​ ​living​ ​lazily​ ​in​ ​their​ ​apartment,​ ​not​ ​out​ ​exploring​ ​the​ ​world. When​ ​The​ ​appetizers​ ​arrived,​ ​they​ ​looked​ ​amazing.​ ​Joanne​ ​said​ ​they​ ​“weren’t​ ​just​ ​food, but​ ​​ ​pieces​ ​of​ ​art…​ ​they’re​ ​beautiful”.​ ​The​ ​prawns​ ​were​ ​huge,​ ​almost​ ​the​ ​size​ ​of​ ​my​ ​hand, hanging​ ​around​ ​a​ ​beautifully​ ​designed​ ​glass​ ​cup​ ​filled​ ​with​ ​cocktail​ ​sauce.​ ​The​ ​crabcakes​ ​were small,​ ​filled​ ​with​ ​color​ ​from​ ​the​ ​vegetables​ ​with​ ​pieces​ ​of​ ​orange​ ​and​ ​white​ ​crab​ ​dispersed throughout.​ ​The​ ​scallops​ ​were​ ​golden​ ​brown,​ ​perfectly​ ​cooked​ ​on​ ​a​ ​plate​ ​with​ ​sauce​ ​and vegetables​ ​decorating​ ​the​ ​edges.​ ​The​ ​prawns​ ​had​ ​just​ ​the​ ​right​ ​texture;​ ​they​ ​were​ ​thick,​ ​and​ ​firm, but​ ​not​ ​too​ ​chewy​ ​or​ ​fibrous.​ ​The​ ​crabcakes​ ​were​ ​just​ ​the​ ​right​ ​balance​ ​of​ ​vegetables​ ​with​ ​rich, sweet​ ​crab.​ ​The​ ​scallops​ ​were​ ​sweet​ ​and​ ​salty,​ ​and​ ​practically​ ​fell​ ​apart​ ​in​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​The​ ​food was​ ​gone​ ​almost​ ​as​ ​quickly​ ​as​ ​it​ ​had​ ​arrived.​ ​Joanne​ ​asked​ ​us​ ​how​ ​it​ ​all​ ​was,​ ​and​ ​we​ ​all​ ​told​ ​her it​ ​was​ ​delicious.​ ​A​ ​smile​ ​grew​ ​across​ ​her​ ​face;​ ​she​ ​loved​ ​giving​ ​us​ ​this​ ​experience,​ ​and​ ​it​ ​made her​ ​happy​ ​to​ ​see​ ​how​ ​satisfied​ ​we​ ​were. After​ ​the​ ​appetizers,​ ​we​ ​ordered​ ​our​ ​entrees.​ ​Pop​ ​and​ ​Joanne​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​split​ ​a​ ​steak together,​ ​while​ ​my​ ​brother,​ ​my​ ​dad​ ​and​ ​I​ ​each​ ​got​ ​an​ ​8​ ​ounce​ ​steak​ ​with​ ​lobster.​ ​While​ ​we waited​ ​anxiously​ ​for​ ​the​ ​food​ ​to​ ​arrive,​ ​Joanne​ ​shifted​ ​the​ ​conversation​ ​away​ ​from​ ​them​ ​and
1. Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​emotions​ ​in​ ​response​ ​to​ ​events . Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​grandparents​ ​and​ ​family,​ ​and​ ​how​ ​much​ ​more​ ​is​ ​needed​ ​to understand​ ​them​ ​as​ ​people 3. What​ ​parts​ ​are​ ​unnecessary​ ​and​ ​can​ ​be​ ​cut​ ​out towards​ ​my​ ​brother​ ​and​ ​I.​ ​She​ ​asked​ ​us​ ​if​ ​we​ ​kept​ ​up​ ​with​ ​current​ ​events​ ​or​ ​politics.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​just starting​ ​to​ ​become​ ​interested​ ​in​ ​these​ ​sorts​ ​of​ ​things,​ ​so​ ​I​ ​was​ ​glad​ ​she​ ​brought​ ​it​ ​up.​ ​She​ ​asked us​ ​about​ ​political​ ​candidates​ ​we​ ​were​ ​interested​ ​in,​ ​different​ ​issues​ ​occurring​ ​in​ ​America​ ​and around​ ​the​ ​world,​ ​and​ ​what​ ​topics​ ​we​ ​were​ ​most​ ​interested​ ​in.​ ​She​ ​did​ ​this​ ​in​ ​a​ ​way​ ​that​ ​didn’t make​ ​either​ ​of​ ​us​ ​feel​ ​like​ ​our​ ​opinions​ ​were​ ​being​ ​threatened,​ ​so​ ​we​ ​were​ ​able​ ​to​ ​talk​ ​about everything​ ​and​ ​how​ ​we​ ​felt.​ ​That​ ​was​ ​a​ ​really​ ​nice​ ​experience,​ ​being​ ​able​ ​to​ ​share​ ​my​ ​opinions without​ ​someone​ ​constantly​ ​interrupting​ ​and​ ​attacking​ ​my​ ​thoughts​ ​and​ ​ideas.​ ​Then,​ ​Pop,​ ​my dad​ ​and​ ​I​ ​started​ ​talking​ ​about​ ​history,​ ​mainly​ ​medieval​ ​European​ ​times,​ ​but​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​of Middle-Eastern​ ​and​ ​Asian​ ​history​ ​as​ ​well.​ ​The​ ​conversation​ ​made​ ​me​ ​feel​ ​even​ ​better​ ​than​ ​the food​ ​did. When​ ​the​ ​Entrees​ ​arrived,​ ​the​ ​smells​ ​of​ ​the​ ​food​ ​followed​ ​with​ ​it.​ ​Joanne​ ​had​ ​described the​ ​steak​ ​here​ ​as​ ​having​ ​“fat​ ​marbled​ ​throughout​ ​the​ ​meat​ ​and​ ​cooked​ ​perfectly,​ ​so​ ​that​ ​the​ ​meat isn’t​ ​hard​ ​to​ ​chew,​ ​but​ ​still​ ​retains​ ​all​ ​of​ ​its​ ​juices​ ​and​ ​flavor”.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​just​ ​as​ ​good​ ​as​ ​she described​ ​it.​ ​The​ ​seasoning​ ​smelled​ ​delicious,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​scent​ ​of​ ​the​ ​steak​ ​fats​ ​and​ ​lobster​ ​mixed​ ​in the​ ​air​ ​with​ ​it.​ ​I​ ​cut​ ​into​ ​the​ ​steak,​ ​and​ ​it​ ​required​ ​almost​ ​no​ ​effort.​ ​Juices​ ​spilled​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​meat, and​ ​the​ ​colors​ ​that​ ​were​ ​exposed​ ​were​ ​amazing.​ ​The​ ​middle​ ​of​ ​the​ ​steak​ ​was​ ​red,​ ​which​ ​faded into​ ​a​ ​light​ ​pink​ ​and​ ​eventually​ ​into​ ​the​ ​brown​ ​at​ ​the​ ​surface.​ ​I​ ​took​ ​my​ ​first​ ​bite;​ ​the​ ​outside​ ​was crisp​ ​and​ ​rich​ ​with​ ​flavor,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​inside​ ​was​ ​tender​ ​and​ ​easy​ ​to​ ​chew.​ ​The​ ​lobster​ ​was​ ​a hardshell,​ ​which​ ​made​ ​it​ ​difficult​ ​for​ ​me​ ​to​ ​break​ ​into.​ ​Joanne​ ​called​ ​over​ ​the​ ​waiter,​ ​who promptly​ ​broke​ ​apart​ ​the​ ​shell​ ​perfectly​ ​and​ ​exposed​ ​all​ ​the​ ​meat.​ ​The​ ​lobster​ ​was​ ​sweet​ ​and rich,​ ​with​ ​a​ ​hint​ ​of​ ​saltiness.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the​ ​best​ ​meals​ ​I’ve​ ​ever​ ​had.​ ​Once​ ​we​ ​thought​ ​the meal​ ​was​ ​over,​ ​Joanne​ ​asked​ ​us​ ​if​ ​we​ ​wanted​ ​dessert.​ ​We​ ​were​ ​given​ ​the​ ​dessert​ ​menu,​ ​and​ ​were promptly​ ​drawn​ ​to​ ​a​ ​seven​ ​layer​ ​chocolate​ ​cake.​ ​The​ ​cake​ ​was​ ​about​ ​5​ ​inches​ ​tall,​ ​with​ ​fluffy cake​ ​sandwiched​ ​between​ ​layers​ ​of​ ​thick,​ ​creamy​ ​chocolate​ ​frosting.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​a​ ​great​ ​way​ ​to​ ​end​ ​a fun,​ ​eventful​ ​and​ ​beautiful​ ​evening. At​ ​the​ ​time,​ ​these​ ​dinners​ ​were​ ​a​ ​great​ ​time​ ​to​ ​spend​ ​with​ ​family,​ ​eating​ ​delicious​ ​food and​ ​telling​ ​each​ ​other​ ​stories.​ ​I​ ​got​ ​to​ ​experience​ ​some​ ​of​ ​the​ ​best​ ​food​ ​in​ ​New​ ​York​ ​City,​ ​and spend​ ​quality​ ​time​ ​with​ ​some​ ​of​ ​the​ ​people​ ​I​ ​love​ ​most​ ​in​ ​life.​ ​However,​ ​looking​ ​back​ ​on​ ​these events,​ ​they​ ​have​ ​a​ ​newfound,​ ​greater​ ​importance​ ​to​ ​me.​ ​About​ ​a​ ​year​ ​ago,​ ​Pop​ ​was​ ​diagnosed with​ ​alzheimer’s​ ​disease.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​devastating,​ ​watching​ ​someone​ ​who​ ​was​ ​once​ ​the​ ​best storyteller​ ​I​ ​knew​ ​now​ ​have​ ​trouble​ ​remembering​ ​his​ ​daughter’s​ ​name.​ ​As​ ​it​ ​has​ ​progressed, forming​ ​complete​ ​sentences​ ​has​ ​become​ ​hard​ ​for​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​now​ ​uses​ ​gestures​ ​with​ ​his​ ​hands to​ ​make​ ​up​ ​for​ ​the​ ​lack​ ​of​ ​words.​ ​As​ ​depressing​ ​as​ ​it​ ​is,​ ​I’m​ ​glad​ ​I​ ​was​ ​able​ ​to​ ​experience​ ​these dinners​ ​while​ ​he​ ​was​ ​still​ ​able​ ​to​ ​to​ ​tell​ ​these​ ​wonderful​ ​stories​ ​in​ ​all​ ​their​ ​grandeur.​ ​It​ ​allowed me​ ​to​ ​experience​ ​him​ ​the​ ​way​ ​my​ ​dad​ ​did.​ ​I​ ​got​ ​to​ ​see​ ​what​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​person​ ​he​ ​was,​ ​hear​ ​of​ ​the adventures​ ​he​ ​went​ ​on​ ​and​ ​the​ ​history​ ​he​ ​knew​ ​firsthand.​ ​I​ ​got​ ​to​ ​see​ ​the​ ​love​ ​and​ ​compassion between​ ​Pop​ ​and​ ​my​ ​dad,​ ​and​ ​how​ ​much​ ​Pop’s​ ​behavior​ ​influenced​ ​how​ ​my​ ​dad​ ​raised​ ​me.​ ​I​ ​am
1. Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​emotions​ ​in​ ​response​ ​to​ ​events . Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​grandparents​ ​and​ ​family,​ ​and​ ​how​ ​much​ ​more​ ​is​ ​needed​ ​to understand​ ​them​ ​as​ ​people 3. What​ ​parts​ ​are​ ​unnecessary​ ​and​ ​can​ ​be​ ​cut​ ​out incredibly​ ​grateful​ ​for​ ​this,​ ​and​ ​especially​ ​thankful​ ​towards​ ​Joanne​ ​for​ ​making​ ​these​ ​wonderful meals​ ​happen. 1. Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​emotions​ ​in​ ​response​ ​to​ ​events . Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​grandparents​ ​and​ ​family,​ ​and​ ​how​ ​much​ ​more​ ​is​ ​needed​ ​to understand​ ​them​ ​as​ ​people 3. What​ ​parts​ ​are​ ​unnecessary​ ​and​ ​can​ ​be​ ​cut​ ​out Scott​ ​Matthews 9/13/17 English​ ​110 Section​ ​H-4 It​ ​was​ ​that​ ​time​ ​of​ ​year​ ​again;​ ​my​ ​brother,​ ​dad​ ​and​ ​I​ ​were​ ​in​ ​New​ ​York​ ​City, staying​ ​in​ ​a​ ​beautiful​ ​hotel​ ​on​ ​East​ ​53​ ​street​ ​in​ ​Manhattan.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​almost​ ​time​ ​to​ ​leave​ ​for​ ​dinner at​ ​one​ ​of​ ​my​ ​grandparent’s​ ​favorite​ ​restaurants.​ ​We​ ​all​ ​started​ ​getting​ ​dressed,​ ​choosing​ ​what clothes​ ​to​ ​wear​ ​for​ ​this​ ​very​ ​special​ ​occasion.​ ​My​ ​dad​ ​would​ ​iron​ ​the​ ​clothes​ ​my​ ​brother​ ​and​ ​I chose​ ​to​ ​wear,​ ​since​ ​we​ ​were​ ​too​ ​young​ ​to​ ​do​ ​it​ ​ourselves.​ ​Once​ ​we​ ​got​ ​dressed,​ ​we​ ​went​ ​into​ ​the hotel​ ​elevator​ ​and​ ​down​ ​to​ ​the​ ​lobby,​ ​where​ ​the​ ​doorman​ ​wished​ ​us​ ​a​ ​good​ ​evening.​ ​We​ ​stepped out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​cool,​ ​air-conditioned​ ​hotel​ ​air​ ​into​ ​the​ ​hot​ ​and​ ​heavy​ ​air​ ​of​ ​New​ ​York​ ​City.​ ​The​ ​sun had​ ​gone​ ​down,​ ​but​ ​heat​ ​was​ ​still​ ​rising​ ​from​ ​the​ ​warm​ ​pavement.​ ​The​ ​smell​ ​of​ ​gasoline, coupled​ ​with​ ​the​ ​occasional​ ​smell​ ​of​ ​trash​ ​or​ ​sewage,​ ​permeated​ ​the​ ​air.​ ​Despite​ ​some​ ​of​ ​the unpleasantries,​ ​the​ ​skyline​ ​was​ ​beautiful;​ ​skyscrapers​ ​made​ ​of​ ​marble​ ​and​ ​glass​ ​illuminated​ ​the night,​ ​turning​ ​the​ ​sky​ ​a​ ​shade​ ​of​ ​orange​ ​unlike​ ​anything​ ​in​ ​New​ ​Hampshire.​ ​We​ ​walked​ ​down the​ ​busy​ ​streets,​ ​gazing​ ​up​ ​at​ ​these​ ​massive​ ​buildings​ ​surrounding​ ​us​ ​on​ ​our​ ​way​ ​to​ ​my grandparent’s​ ​apartment.​ ​It​ ​wasn’t​ ​too​ ​far​ ​a​ ​walk,​ ​and​ ​soon​ ​enough​ ​we​ ​could​ ​see​ ​Pop​ ​and​ ​Joanne standing​ ​on​ ​the​ ​sidewalk​ ​waving​ ​to​ ​us.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​wonderful​ ​to​ ​see​ ​them​ ​again;​ ​it​ ​felt​ ​like​ ​it​ ​had​ ​been so​ ​long,​ ​and​ ​it​ ​was​ ​such​ ​a​ ​wonderful​ ​experience​ ​the​ ​last​ ​time​ ​we​ ​visited.​ ​We​ ​all​ ​embraced,​ ​and​ ​I could​ ​feel​ ​their​ ​sunglasses​ ​hanging​ ​from​ ​their​ ​shirts​ ​push​ ​hard​ ​against​ ​my​ ​chest,​ ​just​ ​as​ ​they​ ​had done​ ​the​ ​last​ ​time.​ ​We​ ​quickly​ ​hailed​ ​a​ ​cab,​ ​filled​ ​with​ ​anticipation​ ​about​ ​the​ ​meal​ ​to​ ​come.​ ​We piled​ ​in,​ ​and​ ​drove​ ​to​ ​the​ ​Palm​ ​Restaurant. ​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​The​ ​restaurant​ ​itself​ ​looked​ ​very​ ​much​ ​like​ ​a​ ​typical​ ​steakhouse.​ ​The​ ​supports​ ​were​ ​made of​ ​aging​ ​wood,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​tables​ ​were​ ​a​ ​dark,​ ​smooth​ ​and​ ​polished.​ ​The​ ​seats​ ​were​ ​covered​ ​with maroon​ ​leather,​ ​with​ ​plush​ ​padding​ ​underneath.​ ​The​ ​one​ ​thing​ ​that​ ​made​ ​this​ ​restaurant​ ​unique was​ ​the​ ​walls;​ ​they​ ​were​ ​covered​ ​with​ ​professional​ ​paintings​ ​of​ ​actors​ ​and​ ​actresses,​ ​famous news​ ​anchors,​ ​TV​ ​personalities,​ ​and​ ​frequent​ ​visitors​ ​of​ ​the​ ​restaurant.​ ​I​ ​looked​ ​around,​ ​trying​ ​to find​ ​some​ ​recognizable​ ​faces​ ​with​ ​my​ ​limited​ ​knowledge​ ​of​ ​famous​ ​people.​ ​Joanne​ ​showed​ ​us her​ ​and​ ​Pop’s​ ​painting​ ​on​ ​the​ ​wall​ ​across​ ​from​ ​us.​ ​They​ ​visited​ ​frequently​ ​enough​ ​to​ ​have​ ​their faces​ ​painted​ ​on​ ​the​ ​wall,​ ​as​ ​well​ ​as​ ​have​ ​their​ ​own​ ​favorite​ ​waiter​ ​whom​ ​they​ ​could​ ​request​ ​at the​ ​beginning​ ​of​ ​the​ ​night.​ ​Joanne​ ​is​ ​about​ ​15​ ​years​ ​younger​ ​than​ ​Pop;​ ​she’s​ ​about​ ​5​ ​foot​ ​7,​ ​has​ ​a light​ ​frame,​ ​and​ ​has​ ​brown​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​eyes.​ ​She​ ​has​ ​quite​ ​the​ ​personality;​ ​she​ ​is​ ​a​ ​kind​ ​and​ ​loving person,​ ​a​ ​strong,​ ​resilient​ ​leader,​ ​and​ ​one​ ​hell​ ​of​ ​a​ ​businesswoman.​ ​If​ ​her​ ​requests​ ​aren’t​ ​met down​ ​to​ ​the​ ​finest​ ​detail,​ ​she​ ​won’t​ ​be​ ​satisfied.​ ​Luckily,​ ​the​ ​restaurant​ ​staff​ ​knew​ ​her​ ​well,​ ​and did​ ​everything​ ​perfectly​ ​for​ ​her.
1. Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​emotions​ ​in​ ​response​ ​to​ ​events . Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​grandparents​ ​and​ ​family,​ ​and​ ​how​ ​much​ ​more​ ​is​ ​needed​ ​to understand​ ​them​ ​as​ ​people 3. What​ ​parts​ ​are​ ​unnecessary​ ​and​ ​can​ ​be​ ​cut​ ​out To​ ​start,​ ​we​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​order​ ​some​ ​appetizers.​ ​The​ ​waiter​ ​handed​ ​us​ ​the​ ​menu,​ ​and​ ​we​ ​all began​ ​to​ ​browse​ ​over​ ​the​ ​different​ ​foods​ ​we​ ​could​ ​get.​ ​While​ ​my​ ​dad,​ ​Pop​ ​and​ ​Joanne​ ​discussed different​ ​options,​ ​my​ ​brother​ ​and​ ​I​ ​tried​ ​to​ ​decipher​ ​the​ ​fanciful​ ​names​ ​of​ ​the​ ​spices,​ ​sauces​ ​and styles​ ​of​ ​preparation​ ​mentioned​ ​in​ ​the​ ​descriptions.​ ​After​ ​asking​ ​what​ ​these​ ​were,​ ​we​ ​narrowed down​ ​our​ ​options​ ​to​ ​a​ ​few​ ​different​ ​dishes.​ ​We​ ​knew​ ​we​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​get​ ​the​ ​prawns​ ​because​ ​of how​ ​much​ ​we​ ​loved​ ​shrimp,​ ​but​ ​we​ ​couldn’t​ ​decide​ ​between​ ​the​ ​crabcakes​ ​or​ ​the​ ​scallops.​ ​When Joanne​ ​heard​ ​us​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​decide​ ​between​ ​them,​ ​she​ ​told​ ​us​ ​not​ ​to​ ​worry​ ​and​ ​ordered​ ​both​ ​for​ ​us. She​ ​was​ ​a​ ​foodie,​ ​and​ ​loved​ ​giving​ ​us​ ​the​ ​experience​ ​of​ ​trying​ ​new​ ​types​ ​of​ ​food.​ ​While​ ​we waited​ ​for​ ​the​ ​appetizers​ ​to​ ​come,​ ​we​ ​started​ ​catching​ ​up​ ​on​ ​what​ ​had​ ​happened​ ​in​ ​our​ ​lives recently.​ ​Pop​ ​and​ ​Joanne​ ​asked​ ​my​ ​brother​ ​and​ ​I​ ​what​ ​we​ ​had​ ​done​ ​recently,​ ​and​ ​we​ ​talked​ ​about how​ ​school​ ​was​ ​going,​ ​the​ ​sports​ ​we​ ​were​ ​playing,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​hiking​ ​and​ ​swimming​ ​we​ ​had​ ​done over​ ​the​ ​summer.​ ​Overall,​ ​the​ ​stories​ ​were​ ​relatively​ ​boring​ ​and​ ​uneventful,​ ​especially​ ​compared to​ ​the​ ​ones​ ​Pop​ ​and​ ​Joanne​ ​told.​ ​They​ ​started​ ​with​ ​their​ ​visit​ ​to​ ​Africa,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​safari​ ​they​ ​went on.​ ​Then,​ ​they​ ​transitioned​ ​into​ ​business​ ​trips​ ​they​ ​had​ ​taken​ ​to​ ​Shanghai,​ ​Hong​ ​Kong,​ ​and​ ​other major​ ​Asian​ ​market​ ​cities.​ ​They​ ​also​ ​talked​ ​about​ ​their​ ​trip​ ​to​ ​Cambodia,​ ​which​ ​they​ ​had​ ​taken over​ ​10​ ​years​ ​ago.​ ​This​ ​transitioned​ ​into​ ​my​ ​brother​ ​and​ ​I​ ​asking​ ​Pop​ ​about​ ​his​ ​time​ ​in​ ​Vietnam. Pop​ ​is​ ​in​ ​his​ ​seventies,​ ​with​ ​a​ ​heavier​ ​build​ ​and​ ​a​ ​balding​ ​head​ ​which​ ​he​ ​strategically​ ​hides​ ​by combing​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​over​ ​his​ ​forehead.​ ​He​ ​is​ ​a​ ​very​ ​social​ ​and​ ​very​ ​intelligent​ ​person,​ ​who​ ​loves telling​ ​stories​ ​and​ ​the​ ​history​ ​behind​ ​them.​ ​He​ ​talked​ ​about​ ​his​ ​time​ ​as​ ​a​ ​Green​ ​Beret,​ ​and​ ​a mission​ ​he​ ​went​ ​on​ ​with​ ​a​ ​pilot​ ​dive-bombing​ ​in​ ​Cambodia.​ ​He​ ​was​ ​always​ ​so​ ​good​ ​at​ ​telling stories.​ ​He​ ​could​ ​hook​ ​people​ ​in​ ​with​ ​ease,​ ​and​ ​describe​ ​events​ ​in​ ​vivid​ ​detail​ ​while​ ​also providing​ ​a​ ​comedic​ ​aspect​ ​to​ ​even​ ​the​ ​most​ ​serious​ ​of​ ​stories.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​fascinating;​ ​I​ ​never​ ​knew how​ ​many​ ​adventures​ ​they​ ​had​ ​gone​ ​on​ ​together.​ ​I​ ​always​ ​thought​ ​they​ ​stayed​ ​in​ ​New​ ​York​ ​City most​ ​of​ ​the​ ​time​ ​living​ ​lazily​ ​in​ ​their​ ​apartment,​ ​not​ ​out​ ​exploring​ ​the​ ​world. When​ ​The​ ​appetizers​ ​arrived,​ ​they​ ​looked​ ​amazing.​ ​Joanne​ ​said​ ​they​ ​“weren’t​ ​just​ ​food, but​ ​​ ​pieces​ ​of​ ​art…​ ​they’re​ ​beautiful”.​ ​The​ ​prawns​ ​were​ ​huge,​ ​almost​ ​the​ ​size​ ​of​ ​my​ ​hand, hanging​ ​around​ ​a​ ​beautifully​ ​designed​ ​glass​ ​cup​ ​filled​ ​with​ ​cocktail​ ​sauce.​ ​The​ ​crabcakes​ ​were small,​ ​filled​ ​with​ ​color​ ​from​ ​the​ ​vegetables​ ​with​ ​pieces​ ​of​ ​orange​ ​and​ ​white​ ​crab​ ​dispersed throughout.​ ​The​ ​scallops​ ​were​ ​golden​ ​brown,​ ​perfectly​ ​cooked​ ​on​ ​a​ ​plate​ ​with​ ​sauce​ ​and vegetables​ ​decorating​ ​the​ ​edges.​ ​The​ ​prawns​ ​had​ ​just​ ​the​ ​right​ ​texture;​ ​they​ ​were​ ​thick,​ ​and​ ​firm, but​ ​not​ ​too​ ​chewy​ ​or​ ​fibrous.​ ​The​ ​crabcakes​ ​were​ ​just​ ​the​ ​right​ ​balance​ ​of​ ​vegetables​ ​with​ ​rich, sweet​ ​crab.​ ​The​ ​scallops​ ​were​ ​sweet​ ​and​ ​salty,​ ​and​ ​practically​ ​fell​ ​apart​ ​in​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​The​ ​food was​ ​gone​ ​almost​ ​as​ ​quickly​ ​as​ ​it​ ​had​ ​arrived.​ ​Joanne​ ​asked​ ​us​ ​how​ ​it​ ​all​ ​was,​ ​and​ ​we​ ​all​ ​told​ ​her it​ ​was​ ​delicious.​ ​A​ ​smile​ ​grew​ ​across​ ​her​ ​face;​ ​she​ ​loved​ ​giving​ ​us​ ​this​ ​experience,​ ​and​ ​it​ ​made her​ ​happy​ ​to​ ​see​ ​how​ ​satisfied​ ​we​ ​were. After​ ​the​ ​appetizers,​ ​we​ ​ordered​ ​our​ ​entrees.​ ​Pop​ ​and​ ​Joanne​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​split​ ​a​ ​steak together,​ ​while​ ​my​ ​brother,​ ​my​ ​dad​ ​and​ ​I​ ​each​ ​got​ ​an​ ​8​ ​ounce​ ​steak​ ​with​ ​lobster.​ ​While​ ​we waited​ ​anxiously​ ​for​ ​the​ ​food​ ​to​ ​arrive,​ ​Joanne​ ​shifted​ ​the​ ​conversation​ ​away​ ​from​ ​them​ ​and
1. Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​emotions​ ​in​ ​response​ ​to​ ​events . Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​grandparents​ ​and​ ​family,​ ​and​ ​how​ ​much​ ​more​ ​is​ ​needed​ ​to understand​ ​them​ ​as​ ​people 3. What​ ​parts​ ​are​ ​unnecessary​ ​and​ ​can​ ​be​ ​cuttowards​ ​my​ ​brother​ ​and​ ​I.​ ​She​ ​asked​ ​us​ ​if​ ​we​ ​kept​ ​up​ ​with​ ​current​ ​events​ ​or​ ​politics.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​just starting​ ​to​ ​become​ ​interested​ ​in​ ​these​ ​sorts​ ​of​ ​things,​ ​so​ ​I​ ​was​ ​glad​ ​she​ ​brought​ ​it​ ​up.​ ​She​ ​asked us​ ​about​ ​political​ ​candidates​ ​we​ ​were​ ​interested​ ​in,​ ​different​ ​issues​ ​occurring​ ​in​ ​America​ ​and around​ ​the​ ​world,​ ​and​ ​what​ ​topics​ ​we​ ​were​ ​most​ ​interested​ ​in.​ ​She​ ​did​ ​this​ ​in​ ​a​ ​way​ ​that​ ​didn’t make​ ​either​ ​of​ ​us​ ​feel​ ​like​ ​our​ ​opinions​ ​were​ ​being​ ​threatened,​ ​so​ ​we​ ​were​ ​able​ ​to​ ​talk​ ​about everything​ ​and​ ​how​ ​we​ ​felt.​ ​That​ ​was​ ​a​ ​really​ ​nice​ ​experience,​ ​being​ ​able​ ​to​ ​share​ ​my​ ​opinions without​ ​someone​ ​constantly​ ​interrupting​ ​and​ ​attacking​ ​my​ ​thoughts​ ​and​ ​ideas.​ ​Then,​ ​Pop,​ ​my dad​ ​and​ ​I​ ​started​ ​talking​ ​about​ ​history,​ ​mainly​ ​medieval​ ​European​ ​times,​ ​but​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​of Middle-Eastern​ ​and​ ​Asian​ ​history​ ​as​ ​well.​ ​The​ ​conversation​ ​made​ ​me​ ​feel​ ​even​ ​better​ ​than​ ​the food​ ​did. When​ ​the​ ​Entrees​ ​arrived,​ ​the​ ​smells​ ​of​ ​the​ ​food​ ​followed​ ​with​ ​it.​ ​Joanne​ ​had​ ​described the​ ​steak​ ​here​ ​as​ ​having​ ​“fat​ ​marbled​ ​throughout​ ​the​ ​meat​ ​and​ ​cooked​ ​perfectly,​ ​so​ ​that​ ​the​ ​meat isn’t​ ​hard​ ​to​ ​chew,​ ​but​ ​still​ ​retains​ ​all​ ​of​ ​its​ ​juices​ ​and​ ​flavor”.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​just​ ​as​ ​good​ ​as​ ​she described​ ​it.​ ​The​ ​seasoning​ ​smelled​ ​delicious,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​scent​ ​of​ ​the​ ​steak​ ​fats​ ​and​ ​lobster​ ​mixed​ ​in the​ ​air​ ​with​ ​it.​ ​I​ ​cut​ ​into​ ​the​ ​steak,​ ​and​ ​it​ ​required​ ​almost​ ​no​ ​effort.​ ​Juices​ ​spilled​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​meat, and​ ​the​ ​colors​ ​that​ ​were​ ​exposed​ ​were​ ​amazing.​ ​The​ ​middle​ ​of​ ​the​ ​steak​ ​was​ ​red,​ ​which​ ​faded into​ ​a​ ​light​ ​pink​ ​and​ ​eventually​ ​into​ ​the​ ​brown​ ​at​ ​the​ ​surface.​ ​I​ ​took​ ​my​ ​first​ ​bite;​ ​the​ ​outside​ ​was crisp​ ​and​ ​rich​ ​with​ ​flavor,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​inside​ ​was​ ​tender​ ​and​ ​easy​ ​to​ ​chew.​ ​The​ ​lobster​ ​was​ ​a hardshell,​ ​which​ ​made​ ​it​ ​difficult​ ​for​ ​me​ ​to​ ​break​ ​into.​ ​Joanne​ ​called​ ​over​ ​the​ ​waiter,​ ​who promptly​ ​broke​ ​apart​ ​the​ ​shell​ ​perfectly​ ​and​ ​exposed​ ​all​ ​the​ ​meat.​ ​The​ ​lobster​ ​was​ ​sweet​ ​and rich,​ ​with​ ​a​ ​hint​ ​of​ ​saltiness.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the​ ​best​ ​meals​ ​I’ve​ ​ever​ ​had.​ ​Once​ ​we​ ​thought​ ​the meal​ ​was​ ​over,​ ​Joanne​ ​asked​ ​us​ ​if​ ​we​ ​wanted​ ​dessert.​ ​We​ ​were​ ​given​ ​the​ ​dessert​ ​menu,​ ​and​ ​were promptly​ ​drawn​ ​to​ ​a​ ​seven​ ​layer​ ​chocolate​ ​cake.​ ​The​ ​cake​ ​was​ ​about​ ​5​ ​inches​ ​tall,​ ​with​ ​fluffy cake​ ​sandwiched​ ​between​ ​layers​ ​of​ ​thick,​ ​creamy​ ​chocolate​ ​frosting.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​a​ ​great​ ​way​ ​to​ ​end​ ​a fun,​ ​eventful​ ​and​ ​beautiful​ ​evening. At​ ​the​ ​time,​ ​these​ ​dinners​ ​were​ ​a​ ​great​ ​time​ ​to​ ​spend​ ​with​ ​family,​ ​eating​ ​delicious​ ​food and​ ​telling​ ​each​ ​other​ ​stories.​ ​I​ ​got​ ​to​ ​experience​ ​some​ ​of​ ​the​ ​best​ ​food​ ​in​ ​New​ ​York​ ​City,​ ​and spend​ ​quality​ ​time​ ​with​ ​some​ ​of​ ​the​ ​people​ ​I​ ​love​ ​most​ ​in​ ​life.​ ​However,​ ​looking​ ​back​ ​on​ ​these events,​ ​they​ ​have​ ​a​ ​newfound,​ ​greater​ ​importance​ ​to​ ​me.​ ​About​ ​a​ ​year​ ​ago,​ ​Pop​ ​was​ ​diagnosed with​ ​alzheimer’s​ ​disease.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​devastating,​ ​watching​ ​someone​ ​who​ ​was​ ​once​ ​the​ ​best storyteller​ ​I​ ​knew​ ​now​ ​have​ ​trouble​ ​remembering​ ​his​ ​daughter’s​ ​name.​ ​As​ ​it​ ​has​ ​progressed, forming​ ​complete​ ​sentences​ ​has​ ​become​ ​hard​ ​for​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​now​ ​uses​ ​gestures​ ​with​ ​his​ ​hands to​ ​make​ ​up​ ​for​ ​the​ ​lack​ ​of​ ​words.​ ​As​ ​depressing​ ​as​ ​it​ ​is,​ ​I’m​ ​glad​ ​I​ ​was​ ​able​ ​to​ ​experience​ ​these dinners​ ​while​ ​he​ ​was​ ​still​ ​able​ ​to​ ​to​ ​tell​ ​these​ ​wonderful​ ​stories​ ​in​ ​all​ ​their​ ​grandeur.​ ​It​ ​allowed me​ ​to​ ​experience​ ​him​ ​the​ ​way​ ​my​ ​dad​ ​did.​ ​I​ ​got​ ​to​ ​see​ ​what​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​person​ ​he​ ​was,​ ​hear​ ​of​ ​the adventures​ ​he​ ​went​ ​on​ ​and​ ​the​ ​history​ ​he​ ​knew​ ​firsthand.​ ​I​ ​got​ ​to​ ​see​ ​the​ ​love​ ​and​ ​compassion between​ ​Pop​ ​and​ ​my​ ​dad,​ ​and​ ​how​ ​much​ ​Pop’s​ ​behavior​ ​influenced​ ​how​ ​my​ ​dad​ ​raised​ ​me.​ ​I​ ​am
1. Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​emotions​ ​in​ ​response​ ​to​ ​events . Descriptions​ ​of​ ​my​ ​grandparents​ ​and​ ​family,​ ​and​ ​how​ ​much​ ​more​ ​is​ ​needed​ ​to understand​ ​them​ ​as​ ​people 3. What​ ​parts​ ​are​ ​unnecessary​ ​and​ ​can​ ​be​ ​cut​ ​out incredibly​ ​grateful​ ​for​ ​this,​ ​and​ ​especially​ ​thankful​ ​towards​ ​Joanne​ ​for​ ​making​ ​these​ ​wonderful meals​ ​happen.